  SEND back my long-stray’d eyes to me, Which, O! too long have dwelt on thee: But if from you they’ve learnt such ill, To sweetly smile, And then beguile, Keep the deceivers, keep them still. Send home my harmless heart again, Which no unworthy thought could stain; But if it has been taught by thine To forfeit both Its word and oath, Keep it, for then ’tis none of mine. Yet send me back my heart and eyes, For I’ll know all thy falsities; That I one day may laugh, when thou Shalt grieve and mourn— Of one the scorn, Who proves as false as thou art now. John Donne. |
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